* sapatilha cinZa *

..I am going, I can not stay here now
There is nothing more to do here
I need to go up there quite
And I think if you want to be
Or is the other way, but I will think of you
Will be inevitable
Leaves on the ground, cold September
In the bag I take everything that I need
Here and leave everything they wanted
You confused and believe that I am the crazy
More desirable
I find people in the way new
And I will cry when i have to go and leave them
But I know that nothing will be fool sweetly as you
And when I draw is to live and scribble the smile will be part of the past.
Every leaf played on the floor, every leaf move in the trash
And every tip broken, remember from our attempts
This is my last folder of cigarettes I swear
Because those mistakes will be back
Have to be me all the time
To find the best of me
I’ll scream from on high
And wait a little, but only a little time
If not pick me
I’ll understand that I could not
Take a little bit of you,
But I promise I will not cry
I will wait for the month of September the cold
And the leaves on the ground to bring their memories
My true reality.

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